"No!" Xiao Yan cried out in pain, "You can't take my master!"

The master sneered, and with an order, the bright sharp knives lit up in a row, and the blades of each knife pressed against Mo Wen's neck.

Yang Yuqin hugged the little sister who was crying loudly and fell to the ground with tears.

Xiao Yan regretted it, he only realized now that he really shouldn't have caused this incident. This Jianghu is really what Master said, distorted, indifferent, dirty, cheap, and incorrigible.

The yellow order beat the muscles sore, and finally threw down the half-dead Qi Zehui, and raised his blood-stained fist at the crowd with bad intentions.

Seeing that the treacherous plan had succeeded, Master Huang sat back in the stands with a smile. In his opinion, if the beggar with the most exquisite martial arts is beaten down, the remaining stunned young man is not afraid at all.

"Huh?" Seeing that everyone in the Mo family was interested in stepping forward, the Huang family disciple took another step forward.

Everything is no longer under the control of this naïve boy. Xiao Yan only felt weak, knelt down with a puff, and cried: "Master......! I shouldn't have come here! It's all me, it's all me who hurt you......"

"Shut up!" Mo Wen and Master shouted at the same time. The master looked at Mo Wen in surprise, but the latter didn't pay attention to his gaze at all, and just looked at Xiao Yan calmly: "Xiao Yan, you stand up!"

"Master, I'm ......" "I'll tell you to stand up!"

Xiao Yan wiped away the tears on his face and stood up with his strength on the ground.

"Listen up!" Mo asked's voice was very firm, "Born as a human being, kneeling to the sky, kneeling to the ground, kneeling to your parents, who allowed you to kneel to these little people?"

Xiao Yan choked and couldn't speak.

Mo Wen looked at the tearful young man in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "Xiao Yan, you are right. ”

Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at Mo Wen, his face full of puzzlement.

"It's not us who is wrong, it's this Jianghu!" Mo Wen's tone was calm, but full of strength: "That is, if we are not wrong, we don't have to bow our heads!"

"Master has endured humiliation and lived like a dog all these years, and it was your words that reminded me, while the blood in my heart was not cold——"

Mo Wen raised his voice suddenly-

"—should do something real man!"

Xiao Yan was stunned and stopped crying.

"Wipe away your tears!" Mo Wen ordered.

"Turn around!"

Xiao Yan did so.

"Go ahead and win against them," Mo Wen smiled, "When I come back, I'll see that golden lion's head on the table!"

“...... Yes......" Xiao Yan took a few breaths and pressed the overflowing emotions back into his chest: "Yes! Master!"

He kowtowed heavily to Mo Wen, and after a long time, he turned to the ring, ran, and picked up a long bench next to him.

Huang Ling also picked up his saber from the stands, and Bai Sensen's knife face reflected his face full of mockery, impatience and pride.

"Let's go, take it back!" The master looked at the figure of the master and apprentice, and for some reason there was always some hair in his heart. He turned and walked away briskly, at the front of the group.

"Really take a broken bench?" Huang Ling looked at Xiao Yan and laughed a little rampantly.

"Is it hard or not," Xiao Yan's tone was extremely cold, "You can just stretch out your head and try it!"

"Lion Dance Conference, the fourth martial arts meeting, start!"

The two of them shouted at the same time, each carrying his weapon and rushing towards each other quickly.

Huang Ling raised the knife to the center of his eyebrows, and slashed obliquely towards Xiao Yan's left shoulder, Xiao Yan was also not afraid, pulled out of the formation and jumped to the left, holding the bench crossbar with both hands, and slammed into the left side with the rising momentum.

Hearing only a muffled sound, there was suddenly a deep knife mark on the stool, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and moved his body, grabbed a stool leg with one hand, and between his wrists, the side of the stool slashed towards Huang Ling. Huang Ling's backward jump made Xiao Yan miss, and at the same time, a knife swept over, Xiao Yan's bench just fell, and seeing that he didn't have time to retract, he hurriedly let go of his waist and flashed back, and the sharp blade swept dangerously against the tip of his nose, bringing up a strand of wet hair.

Huang Ling saw that Xiao Yan let go of his hand, paused, and hurriedly leaned down to grab the bench. Xiao Yan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly stretched out a foot to hook the crossbar and bring up the bench, that Huang Ling was caught off guard, and was hit by the front door with a plate that was not light or heavy, he squinted his eyes and screamed, and the blade in his hand danced wildly, drawing a bloody mark on Xiao Yan's calf. As a result, the two broke away from each other and got back together.

Everyone in the stands looked at the shadow of the sword light stool, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

However, Master Huang was a little surprised, seeing that the disciples on the field were not able to take advantage of a whirring bench, he couldn't help but get anxious, and shouted angrily:

"Huang Ling, what are you doing?"

Huang Ling heard that his master was angry, and his originally calm heart was also a little agitated at this time, and the attack became more and more ferocious, and the swords were all killing moves, completely reckless of the consequences.

Even if Xiao Yan parried left and right, but his skills were not enough, he could only retreat, and the black stool of lacquered wood was also cut to the ground and scarred.

"Ahem...... cough cough ...... "Inadvertently, the annoying cough came up again, Xiao Yan's parry couldn't help but be a little chaotic, taking advantage of his flip stool, Huang Ling seized the opportunity, suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed the stool leg, pulled, pulled, and moved the bench away from Xiao Yan for half a minute. Immediately afterwards, Huang Ling raised the steel knife in his hand, and slashed at Xiao Yan's neck with a move of "splitting Huashan".

At the critical moment, Xiao Yan hurriedly used a move to hide under the stool, trying to block this killing move.

"Drink!" I saw that Huang Ling was ruthless, poured all his strength into the knife, and actually cut the bench directly into seven or eight points.

"Uhh

Huang Ling let go of the stool legs, held both hands on the handle of the knife, and pressed down fiercely.

Xiao Yan's lips trembled in pain, and he watched as the blade didn't go in a single point on his shoulder.

In the stands, everyone let out a sigh of regret. It seems that the Mo family has also ended here.

"Don't be funny, take a broken board, and also want to go against our Huang family?" Huang Ling's eyes were very terrifying, he looked at Xiao Yan who was struggling, and said sarcastically.

"Your Mo family is just a dog with a broken spine, wouldn't it be good to eat quietly in the gutter?"

"You...... Just...... Eat...... ......" Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and tried his best to support the bench in front of him.

"Are you still hard-mouthed when you die?" Huang Ling snorted coldly, tilted his head to look, and then kicked Xiao Yan's knee.

Xiao Yan snorted and fell down on one knee. Huang Ling took the opportunity to lean forward, condescendingly, almost pressing the weight of his whole body on this knife.

Snort - the blood was dripping down one by one, and Xiao Yan could almost hear the sound of the blade rubbing against his bones.

"Die, dog bastard!"

"I'm not...... Dog... Mixed... Kind!" Xiao Yan's eyes could almost erupt with fire, and he only felt a strong sense of sadness sweeping over him like a wave, prompting him to raise his head and let out a long roar of anger.

I can't die, I'm not a mongrel!

I have a father and mother, and I have someone who must be killed!

It must not be ...... Fall here!

"No matter how much you roar, you can't ...... Huh?"

At this moment, Huang Ling was surprised to find that the force in Xiao Yan's hand was getting bigger and bigger, and the blade that had not entered his shoulder was pulled out little by little, bringing up a blood flower.

The black lines spread up from below Xiao Ding's neckline, like a snake, winding up along the blood vessels, and when Huang Ling came back to his senses, Xiao Ding's lips were already as black as ink.

He suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart.

In the next second, Huang Ling only felt a huge, irresistible force coming from under him, pushing him straight upside down.

He looked at Xiao Yan in horror, only to see the young man with his hair scattered, standing up majestically like a demon god, and tearing the bench into two pieces without saying a word.

In just a breath, Xiao Yan had already slammed up, and the speed of the outbreak was what Huang Ling had only heard from the storyteller at the bridgehead after living for more than 20 years. Before he could react from mid-air, he was hit on both sides of the bench by Xiao Yan's two hands and hit his head fiercely.

Boom! The two benches smashed on Huang Ling's head, and the latter's head was suddenly cracked into flesh and blood, and he fell under the ring fiercely, and he lost his breath on the spot.

This scene stunned everyone present, and they looked at the young man with long hair fluttering on the field in horror and froze.

"No, my beloved apprentice!" Master Huang saw his most proud apprentice being beaten to death, and suddenly roared like thunder, picked up the steel knife and ran to the ring. The whole venue was silent, and no one dared to stop it.

"Phew, come here!" Master Huang's knife is like thunder, with unstoppable power, and his decades of skill can be seen.

Xiao Yan turned around and faced Master Huang, who was surprised to see the former's eyes, which had no whites at this time, and were as black and shiny as his lips.

This frightened, the knife suddenly slowed down by two points.

Although Xiao Yan's eyes were as black as ink, his eyes were red. The endless anger, sadness, and unbearable pain that spread from the dantian to the whole body made him roar, roar, and rage.

"Boring!" he turned sideways, the knife against his toe and nearly cutting a stake in two. Master Huang wanted to pick up the knife and cut again, but he was already grabbed by Xiao Yan's neck and picked it up with one hand.

"You... Arrive... ...... "Master Huang writhed his body vigorously in mid-air, and his sturdy body was like a weak chicken in front of the young man.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!" Xiao Yan looked at him fiercely, raised his other palm, and between the internal force, there was a faint black aura on the palm surface.

"No... No—" Master Huang struggled in fear, his hands tugging hard, trying to break free of Xiao Yan's iron-like grip.

Poof! The palm with black gas slapped on Master Huang's chest and abdomen mercilessly, he trembled violently, spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and immediately stopped struggling, his pupils widened.

Xiao Yan let go of his hand, and Master Huang fell lifelessly, falling to the ground coldly.

The people in the stands watched all this in horror and couldn't help but shrink back.

"Huh?" Xiao Yan slammed his head towards Chairman Sun, and the fat old man trembled with fright, almost slumping to the ground.

"Give it to me...... That!" Xiao Yan looked at him, but his hand pointed to the golden lion.

Chairman Sun woke up like a dream, and hurriedly rushed to the stands, raised the golden lion, and said in a loud voice: "I... I declare that this Lion Dance Conference... The winner of the meeting! Mojia Martial Arts Hall!"

Xiao Yan nodded coldly, suddenly snorted, and fell down in the ring.

The blackness, as if conscious, slowly faded down the blood vessels, and finally disappeared near the navel.